Everyone couldn't help but gasp, this battle was too unbalanced in strength, there was actually another titled saint in addition to Suogu, plus Murong Jia, a demon emperor-level sword saint comparable to a titled saint, was equivalent to three titled saints attacking the Buwang Mansion together, not to mention that the master would not make a move, even if he made a move, I am afraid that the chance of winning is not great.

This is not just a private fight between the gate valves, but also a big battle that will determine the future fortune of Zhongzhou!

Once the Buwangfu wins, then Fan Qingyan is still the master of Zhongzhou, if the Buwangfu is defeated, the future Zhongzhou is afraid that it will be dominated by Murong Jia, Liping, and the Yu clan, even if it is Tianfeng Academy and Bailu Academy, it will be constantly oppressed, there are too many things decided in this battle, and we can't afford to lose at all.

Li Ping's eyes were indifferent, his body was full of terrifying Holy Dao Qi, his hands were behind his back, and he said: "My Eight Desolate Buildings are just a merchant organization, and I have never thought of competing with anyone for hegemony, but the Lord of Fancheng has been robbing the market of my Eight Desolate Buildings with black market means during this time, and even does not hesitate to use assassination and other means, do you think that my Eight Desolate Buildings are easy to bully?"

Fan Qingyan squinted her beautiful eyes: "The economic lifeline of Zhongzhou should have been controlled by the imperial court, Bahuanglou did not become a businessman, but transformed a merchant ship into a warship, Her Majesty the Empress has long wanted to attack you, don't you know?"

Li Ping sneered: "Then, today's old man will collect a little interest from the Empress Palace!"

"Bold!"

"Why not?!"

The two sides are tense, and the big war is about to break out.

……

"Huh~~"

Two figures appeared in the rolling clouds in the sky, one of them held a long sword, it was Dongfang Ping, and the other was a scroll in his left hand and a holy pen in his right hand, which was the Oriental Jade Book, overlooking the battlefield, Dongfang Yushu smiled slightly: "The battle between the Buwangfu and the Yu Clan will inevitably go down in history, and the top three of the beauty list in the upper realm are here, plus a talented Bu Yixuan, I really don't know what kind of miracle this war will happen." ”

"Stay away, don't get caught up in the pond. ”

Dongfang said flatly.

Even the people of the Dongfang family came, as if they had received the news in advance, and in the rolling clouds, a powerful aura appeared, and there were not a few people who came to watch the battle after hearing the news, and even some saints also came in person, no matter what the result of this battle was, it was destined to cause a sensation in the entire upper realm.

"Wait!"

A voice came from the crowd of the Yu Clan, it was a young man in gorgeous clothes, it was Zhang Xiuping, one of the disciples of the White Deer Palace, and also the young master of the Yu Clan, his eyes were full of resentment and ruthlessness, and said: "This was originally just a battle between the Yu Clan and the Bu Wangfu, it should be solved by the Yu Clan and the Bu Wangfu, grandfather, that Bu Yixuan has killed many Tianjiao of my Yu Clan, and even Zhang Zhengchu's cousin died under his sword, shouldn't my grandfather personally behead this evil Taoist king for the Yu Clan today?"

Zhang Fushui on the side also sneered sadly: "That's right, if my grandfather can restrain Bu Yixuan, my brother and I would like to cut his throat with our own hands and see him die like a bloodleted wild dog!"

"Father, do you want to play with this little thing Bu Yixuan?"

Murong Jia looked at Yu Sheng, with a vicious smile in her smile.

Yu Sheng's body was shrouded in holy energy, the fire of the holy ruins in his eyes was beating, and he said in a cold voice: "Thousands of years ago, my Yu clan destroyed the Buwang Mansion, sold its men into war slaves, and sold its female dependents into slaves, and even sold into the Qinglou. ”

Li Dingyu laughed: "If the Yu Saint is willing to sell this war slave to the Eight Desolation Towers, this young master is willing to pay three thousand Saint Yuan Stones to buy it, and train it to be obedient and become a dog that does not bite people!"

"Hahahaha......"

Zhang Fushui and Zhang Xiuping laughed together.

I also laughed, the fairy bone sword was slowly raised, and suddenly a streamer pierced the space, and with a sword cut out of the cave realm, it went straight to Zhang Xiuping's neck, and shouted: "Then collect interest first!"

"Whew-"

My sword speed is too fast, containing the mystery of the rules of the sword killing path of chess, which is not something that Zhang Xiuping can stop at all, the sword light swept by, Zhang Xiuping's pupils suddenly closed, and he hurriedly raised his hands to hold his throat, but blood burst out from between his fingers, and the next moment, he hung his arms weakly, and his head flew out directly from his neck.

"Clean up the portal. I said lightly.

Suo Gu and Li Ping, the two titled saints, were also slightly surprised, they were too far away, there was no time to stop them, and Yu Sheng was obviously caught off guard, Zhang Xiuping was less than three zhang away from him, but the sword I slashed out was too fast, and the space jumped in an instant, and directly killed Zhang Xiuping, who was still laughing arrogantly a second ago.

"Puppy, you deceive people too much!" Yu Sheng roared angrily, exuding the brilliance of the Holy Dao all over his body, the fire of the holy ruins ignited his whole body, and the whole person turned into a blazing sun, even if he was a lower sage, once he made a move, it was still so terrifying.

"The hatred of the Buwang Mansion will be forgotten today!"

I stepped into the air with my sword, my body was full of holy energy, and my cultivation in the late stage of the Semi-Saint Realm, coupled with the opening of twenty holy veins, was already qualified to fight with the Sage, not to mention that I was just a lower Sage.

"Die!"

The Feather Saint had already become angry, and his hands set off a monstrous wave, and one after another fire feathers rushed towards the Holy Might, shattering the boundary wall in an instant, and crushing it with the Rumbling Heavenly Might.

War Saint, no need to keep!

I let out a low roar, and my whole body began to change into a true dragon, and a glowing dragon horn protruded above my head, and under the strength of several times, the fairy bone sword blasted out of the Weiyang Nine Songs, and collided with the attack of the Feather Sage in the air, and in an instant, the Saint Dao was extremely bright, and the ninefold sword intent continuously cut off the fire feathers condensed by the Feather Sage, and there was a kind of invincible momentum.

However, the Holy Power of the Feather Saint was endless, the fire of the Holy Ruins was surging, and the crushing advantage in the realm could not be underestimated, but it was burned all over the body in an instant, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

"Keng~~~"

Suddenly, Yu Sheng grabbed the blade of the sword, and a wisp of holy ruin fire rushed up my arm along the fairy bone sword, and a hideous smile appeared on Yu Sheng's face: "You are really looking for death!"

"Really?"

I also smiled, the fairy bone sword shook suddenly, producing a soft collapse, and shook the feather saint violently, his right arm was horizontal, and suddenly the imprints of the immortal birds appeared, and there was a faint sound of phoenixes roaring, dissolving the fire of the holy ruins that the feather saint hit one by one, and at the same time, he slashed out the next sword, and the hidden dragon came out of the abyss!

The sword intent turned into a storm, raging in the sky between the two armies, a true dragon condensed by sword intent roared, violently crashing around Yu Sheng, but it was shattered one by one by his talisman Tiangang, Yu Sheng was really angry, his eyes were blood-red, and he roared angrily: "The old man wants to see how many means you have to resist the fire of my holy ruins!"

The palms were raised, setting off a monstrous flame, and the sky was overwhelming.

For a while, Song Qian, Zhao Hao and the others all felt the terrifying aura of the sage, and shouted in unison: "Boss, be careful!"

The fairy bone sword was raised, and a wisp of the shadow of the sword soul rose to the sky, it was the figure of the ancient sword saint Beichen Feng, the sword body trembled wildly, and burst out with a heroic light, and the space was cut with a "bang", like a round of scorching sun, it cut through the fire rain from the Yusheng sacrifice, and it slammed down on his head, which was a long rainbow through the sun.

Yu Sheng roared, turned his palm into a fist, the fire of the holy ruins swirled around the iron fist, and suddenly the fist was like a bronze cast, directly hitting the fairy bone sword, he was too confident, so confident that he thought that his martial sainted body could withstand the edge of the fairy bone sword, but he thought wrong.

"Sneer......"

A holy blood flew up, and while the fairy bone sword was shaken open by the iron fist, it also left a blood mark on the fist of the feather saint, although it did not cut off the muscles and bones, but it also made him bleed, a sword with the shadow of the sword soul, how could he be able to resist a lower saint who had become a martial saint?

For a while, there was a sound of gasping cold air, and in the clouds, those hidden spectators let out a cry of exclamation-

"The Feather Saint has been cut to the flesh, is this impossible......?"

"Bu Yixuan is just a half-saint late-stage monk, how did he do it, he can actually compete with the sage who lit the fire of the holy ruins, and even more so that the sage can be injured......"

"The disciple of the Titled Sword Saint is really not ordinary, if this step Yixuan continues to grow, becoming a Sword Saint is already his lowest achievement. ”

"In my opinion, Yu Sheng is in danger, as a sage, there is actually a time when he is a saint, this Bu Yixuan is simply an authentic demon, and his talent is too terrifying!"

……

"Little thing, the old man must make you pay!"

The Feather Saint roared, his arms raised, and a true feather was ignited in an instant, and it suddenly turned into a majestic holy qi that swept around him, and a palm blasted out, coming with a momentum of destroying the world and destroying the earth.

I saw through everything with the eyes of the Sword Dao God, he really moved, this blow was by no means simple, and his strength was at least three times higher than the previous Holy Ruins Fire!

If you use your previous cultivation to fight against him, you will only end up with a miserable death.

Luckily, I have kendo eyes!

With a soft groan, I stepped on the sky and took a step back, and with a "swish" sound under my feet, a chessboard dotted with stars, and the stars were incomparably bright, directly offering the first realm of the sword of chess - Qiankun!

"Boom~~~"

Yu Sheng's blazing palm fell into the Qiankun realm, and was instantly swept by dozens of soft sword intents, like a storm into the sea, and the power was doubled after several impacts, and Yu Sheng also stepped into the Qiankun realm, and suddenly the surroundings became pitch black, he frowned suddenly, and said: "You dare to make an axe with this kind of carving insect skill?"

"You're already a dead man, what's the point of saying such things?" I smiled indifferently.

With a flick of his palm, dozens of sword lights raged in the Qiankun Realm, and the Yu Sheng roared angrily and slapped dozens of palms to dissolve it, but these palm prints all fell into the void, like a mud cow entering the sea.

In the Qiankun realm, the universe is uncertain, and the ten thousand laws are invisible, I am not as good as Yusheng in the realm, but in the comprehension of the rules of kendo and chess, he is not able to beat the horse.